Certain trees took a stand, before the rains came, but you, you that refused to sign the petition. Here you are, arms reaching out in surrender. Too late! It’s over, and just look at what you’ve done, tipping over like a drunk in a bar, taking the rail down with you.
I photographed you in your throes, with rain clouds looming that went unnoticed. Your struggle had me in its grip. The eyes of the sky darkened; your visage changed in that moment, and tears from the sky began to fall
I put the camera away and closed the gate behind me
Since these photos were taken a little over a week ago, some rain has come to Northern California. Blades of green grass can be seen in the fields, offering some hope.